I am sitting here on our side porch this morning in a sweater, without much energy, watching some weather roll in and thinking about being here at home, totally alone. I think this may be the first time I’ve been alone in our house (forever)? Our Monk has passed away, our company has headed back to NYC and my darling hubby has gone to work. It’s just me. I am recovering from (or living with, I haven’t yet decided) pneumonia and have taken the week off. Presumably, I’ll start to feel much better having finished one antibiotic and nearing the end of the second one. I’ve also been started on a round of steroids to help the inflamation. As a generally healthy person, all these meds are not my happy place but I’m doing my best to listen to the docs and this week I am resting.

I’ve done precious little knitting ,or anything if I’m being honest, for the last week. On Thursday I went to our local walk-in clinic and I’ve been slow-moving ever since, choosing to rest instead of taking a “cocktail” cruise, going to bed when Sylvie did, having a nap each afternoon and doing a lot of sitting (without knitting!) I’ve still got pretty low energy and for now I’m just succumbing to it. Giving my body a chance to heal. But it sure feels unnatural and I’m struggling with the empty house.

So many memories were made! Strawberry picking at Stevenson’s in Wayne, Maine, canoe, paddleboard and motorboat rides around the lake, a future quilt design during naptime, Brendon and Sheldon both signed their Broadway show posters all these years later (Kate’s sending me a photo of both of them with their posters). I finished the knitting of the skirt I’m making for Sylvie and I’ve measured her belly for the elastic. Hoping to make it “adjustable” so it’ll fit her for awhile! Uncle Sheldon and Tye paddle boarded (as did Raisin and Kate), I did a few rounds on my shortie socks, Poppy (aka my sweet hubby) and I got to meet and love our newest grand-dog, Raisin, and our “Eagle Island” eagles didn’t disappoint. I believe we have two eaglets on the island this year! We (I mean my daughter for the most part) made strawberry ice cream two ways, strawberry cake, strawberry muffins, strawberry jam, raspberry ice pops, raspberry ice cream, raspberry cake and I’m sure I’m missing something. We have frozen strawberries in the freezer to make more yumminess in the future when I’m feeling better. I’ll take a strawberry cake or two to the beach in September!

I’m going to do my best to ignore the urge to clean up and straighten up at least for another day or two. I haven’t even ventured up to my atelier instead choosing to watch a few shows on my iPad in my bed. Someone said that the steroids may give me super powers … not so yet. I’m happy to sit and think about maybe knitting. I did thwart a total disaster in our closet this morning when the dehumidifier didn’t shut off and leaked water on the floor and rug. And in so doing, watered my nearly-dead front door planters. What’s a girl to do?

Gone resting.